You may have noticed I’ve been a little quiet here, lately. In real life, events take place that don’t get shared on this blog. It becomes difficult to write, because what’s most on my mind, is not something I’m sharing online. We were also away; off the grid for a few days.
We were saying goodbye to Grandma Ruby, my husband’s grandmother, who passed away several weeks ago, but the memorial was just this Saturday past.
I snapped the photo above of our two kids walking to the service together. They’re dressed up. They’re walking together. It’s a rarity so I captured the image to share.
I don’t write about these events on my blog because they’re private, personal. I have a responsibility to honor the wishes of the rest of my family in this space. I will tell you this, though . . .
When I was born I had three living grandparents, the last of these passed away in the late 1990s when I was in my twenties. Feeling sorry for me, my husband who, at the time and until he was in his thirties had four — a full set of living grandparents, “gave” me grandma Ruby. Grandma Ruby was mine from that point on. Having known her so long, she was as much my grandmother as my husband’s and so it was not so easy to say farewell.
I also don’t write about these events because I hate getting tears all over my keyboard.
I wanted you to know we’re back; all is well. We’ve said goodbye and we’re drying our faces. Moving on.